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[fishpanties]

K-Kaito? [ Softly, at first, and shaken. She touched the still-wet blood staining her front, touched the ragged tear in her shirt that marked the entry point of the bullet—pressed her hand over her ribs, over her heart, feeling the rise and fall and the steady, rhythmic beating…

And then she threw herself out of the bedroom she'd found herself in. The hallway was deserted; she broke into a run. ]

KAITO! ANSWER ME!

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[azurebeneath]

[no Kaito here. But blood for blood, that can be arranged.

As Aoko tears around one of the Mansion's many hallways, she collides rather solidly with a figure smelling of dankness and brimstone. It goes down with a pained cry in a mess of red skirts, and when the fabric settles, she'll find her own face staring wide-eyed back at her.

Or near to her own face, anyway. It's stricken with the lingering remnants of some horror, skin streaked with blood and some sort of chitinous green ooze. Paler fluid drips down one temple, reflecting a shimmering, somewhat greenish texture that seems poisonous, and the dirty brown hair is liberally coated with silk cobwebs.

Aoko's double makes a sound of surprise and attempts to scurry backwards, but she's hampered by her skirt and what seems like a very ill constitution. In fact, if you didn't know better, you'd say she looks near death]

[noirneath]

[Sometime during her run she brushes past one incarnation of the person she is looking for-- a Kaito dressed in tousled, wrinkled Victorian-esque clothing-- and one whose gaze is almost immediately drawn toward the bright red stain on her shirt.

Concern is immediate, of course-- something he doesn't even bother trying to mask when he sees her. Even though he's no stranger to seeing Aoko in bloodied and torn clothing (not with her line of work in the Neath), the exact placement of that stain is fairly alarming, and he reaches out to grab her by her upper arm as she runs past.]

Miss Aoko--? [his tone is both inquisitive and somewhat chiding] What happened to you?

[vulpine_hijinx]

[It's possibly a little while after the bleeding Aoko shows up that there is a Kaito stumbling down the halls, face pale and eyes distant and red even as he seems to search every nook and cranny and cupboard and room. He leans somewhat into the wall, as though bracing himself--keep himself on his feet.

Possibly it has to do with the uneven weight of the gun in one hand as he continues his search through the mansion.]